On a Sunday morn,
Sat a maid forlorn,
With her sweetheart by her side;
Thro' the window pane,
She looked at the rain,
"We must stay home, Joe!" she cried.

"There's a picnic too, at the Old Point View,
It's a shame it rained today."
Then the boy drew near,
Kissed away each tear,
And she heard him softly say:

"Wait till the sun shines, Nellie,
When the clouds go drifting by.
We will be happy, Nellie,
Don't you sigh!

Down Lover's Lane we'll wander,
Sweethearts you and I.
Wait till the sun shines, Nellie,
Bye and Bye!"

"How I long," she sighed,
"For a trolley ride,
Just to show my brand new gown."
Then she gazed on high with a gladsome cry.
For the sun came shining down.

And she looked so sweet, on the big front seat.
As the car sped on its way.
And she whispered low,
"Say, you're all right, Joe,
You just won my heart today!"

"Wait till the sun shines, Nellie,
When the clouds go drifting by.
We will be happy, Nellie,
Don't you sigh!

Down Lover's Lane we'll wander,
Sweethearts you and I.
Wait till the sun shines, Nellie,
Bye and Bye!"